Mr Melendez Your Wife Wants Divorce Long Ago novel Chapter 358

**Her Spark Ignites Tonight**
**By J.S. Caldwell**
**Chapter 358**

Julian’s slender, elongated eyes narrowed slightly, his gaze settling on the injury that marred Jayceon’s flesh. A heavy silence enveloped the room as he spoke, his voice deliberate and measured, “I can’t say Arabella and I share the same essence, but one thing is crystal clear—she and Mr. Melendez are worlds apart from who they used to be!” His words hung in the air, heavy with implications.

The atmosphere grew tense as Jayceon’s expression darkened ominously. With a swift, almost desperate movement, he seized Arabella’s wrist, his grip firm and commanding. “Come with me,” he ordered, his voice laced with urgency.

At that precise moment, Jayceon’s father, Conrad, initiated a video call. The screen flickered to life, revealing a stern visage. Arabella, feeling the weight of the situation, forcefully wrenched her wrist away from Jayceon. He stumbled, losing his balance, and crashed onto the floor with a thud.

Julian stood by, his expression unreadable.

Arabella remained silent, her mind racing.

Jayceon, still reeling from the pain, fought to answer the call from his father. The moment Conrad’s eyes fell upon his son, concern etched across his face. “Jay, where are you? You look absolutely dreadful!” he exclaimed, his voice filled with alarm.

Jayceon, struggling to maintain his composure, swung his phone around to give his father a view of the room. Conrad’s gaze landed on Julian and Arabella, and he frowned. “Dad, I’m at Vance Manor. I’m fine!” Jayceon insisted, though his voice wavered.

Before he could elaborate, the phone slipped from his grasp, tumbling to the ground as he fought to keep himself upright, clutching his wound in agony.

Conrad’s voice boomed through the speaker, filled with panic, “Jay, are you hurt? What happened?”

“Is it because of that woman, Arabella?” he demanded, his tone accusatory.

Jayceon shot a glance at Arabella, his voice strained but resolute. “I couldn’t just let anything happen to her.”

From the other end of the line, Conrad’s fury was palpable, his threats to confront the Palmer family echoing ominously, while Tabitha’s voice questioned the unfolding chaos. In a moment of clarity, Jayceon decisively ended the call, his finger hovering over the screen for a heartbeat before he pressed the button.

Arabella and Julian exchanged a knowing look, their thoughts aligned. Jayceon’s actions were a calculated move, a clear signal to his father that his injury was a consequence of his association with her and Julian. They all understood the temperament of the Melendez men; tomorrow, Jayceon’s grandfathers would undoubtedly storm Vance Manor, demanding answers.

Arabella felt a wave of dread wash over her as she considered the repercussions. Conrad’s wrath would surely be directed at her, and she could only imagine how he would confront her parents. The thought of those two formidable old men from the Melendez family made her stomach churn.

If it were within her power, she would gladly take the pain herself rather than drag the Melendez family into this mess. The situation had escalated far beyond her intentions, and she knew it was better to defuse the tension than to add fuel to the fire. She had no desire to owe anyone a favor, nor did she want to be the source of any further trouble.

After a moment of internal struggle, Arabella approached Jayceon, extending her hand to help him rise. His deep-set eyes bore into hers, a mixture of pain and gratitude flickering within them, his brow creased as he battled the sharp throbs from his injury.

Conrad, barely able to contain his fury, exploded, “I knew that woman would bring trouble! You were hurt because of her, and she just left you here!” His voice was a mixture of anger and disappointment.

Turning to Tabitha, he declared, “We’re going to the Palmer family’s house right now. I need to understand how they could raise such a daughter!”

“Dad!” Jayceon interjected, gritting his teeth against the pain as he struggled to sit up. “This is between me and Arabella. Can you please leave her family out of this?”

Tabitha pointed an accusatory finger at Conrad. “With a stubborn old man like you in the Melendez family, whoever Jay marries will surely end up divorced!” she retorted, her voice sharp.

Kimberly, sensing the rising tension, quietly added, “Well, Arabella was at Vance Manor, but she didn’t ask my brother to save her. He went on his own. Dad, please don’t stir up trouble for no reason!” She cast a guilty glance at Jayceon, then ducked behind Tabitha, hiding from the storm brewing around them.

Conrad’s face turned a deep shade of crimson, the veins in his neck bulging with rage. “All of you, be quiet!” he barked, his voice echoing in the small room.

“My son was gravely injured because of that woman. If the Palmer family doesn’t provide me with an explanation, I won’t rest until they do!” he vowed, his tone leaving no room for dissent.

Outside the room, Arabella stood, her heart heavy as she listened to Conrad’s words. She understood the implications of Jayceon’s earlier actions—he had intentionally made it known to the Melendez family that he had been hurt at Vance Manor because of her. This was the outcome he had wanted, and she couldn’t shake the feeling that the storm was only just beginning.